"Crack."
With a sharp crack, the gem embedded in the skeleton's brow shattered.
At that moment, it lost its activity. Like a laboratory specimen, it stood motionless before the easel, holding its brush and palette.
A breeze from some unknown direction swept past, lifting the paper off the easel. It fluttered down and landed facedown.
"Come on. Come drinking with me."
Mavario reached out and grabbed Kallen's arm. He needed someone to pour his heart out to now, regardless of how embarrassing it was. He felt as though doing so might spread some of the burning heat on his face to someone else.
"But class isn't over yet."
"It's fine to skip class. I'll put in a word for you."
"That's not the point."
Before coming to Order University, Kallen had known there would certainly be many excellent students and teachers here, but he had not expected them to be this excellent.
Whether it was Xideluode's "History of the Gods Philosophy" that morning or the ongoing "Determination and Understanding of Evil Cult," the quality of the teaching exceeded Kallen's expectations.
Xideluode had given him another perspective on the Mad Pope, one that also contained a new line of reasoning to explain the God of Light's fate.
This female professor, meanwhile, had dissected the principles behind the Wall God Church's prophecies with great thoroughness. Kallen believed that even Mr. Bede and Piaget themselves had probably never considered things on this level.
After all, although believers had continued to exist after the Wall God Church was branded an evil cult, its organized system had long since been lost;
The Order God Church, however, had always stood here. The wisdom, analysis, and research of generations of predecessors-the depth of understanding and reserves of knowledge continually accumulated under such a complete system-were terrifying, enough